Sometimes navigating through the fog brings vision and clarity, both literally and metaphorically.
This autumn has brought numerous days of thick hanging fog, undetectably rolling over the cool morning fields like sticky, fluid, air. I was hungry with desire; nay, almost sick that I was unable to capture the early autumn fog in October. But as the Universe sometimes does when we want something so badly, I was greatly blessed to have had an opportunity that ached within me to capture it's mysterious splendor.
Regarding my opening sentence about literality, I found that when I thrust myself into the weather to attempt to capture it, I had to be very keen with where I was looking, what I was seeing, and how to capture it. This type of photo has a very different approach than a bright smiling portrait. I had to look harder and with more intention than normal to see what was before me. Analyzing how to capture it brought the challenge of looking at it differently. I was no longer looking at foggy fields. I was now looking at values, challenging values, that blend seamlessly and beautifully from one to another. I was set with the task to capture proper exposure, perspective, and composition. In recent charcoal studies that I have been working on, I have been reminded of old art lessons, "draw what you see, not what your brain tells you is in front of you". Though I was working with my camera, not charcoals, I had to look at the fog in this way. "that is not a tree in the fog, that is a value of something emerging from another value and I need to stay true to those values if I want this photograph to look the way I am actually seeing it." That is, of course, achieved through proper execution of exposure. The mood and mystery are the artistry that are achieved through creative composition and perspective. I wanted each photo to pair up seamlessly with a gloriously emotive soundtrack and look like they could come to life at any moment. I wanted unique stories to emerge from each image within every person who views them. I want to hear those stories. These were not intended to be just photos of fog. They were intended to be, dare I say it, art.
I now understand that that is the aching that was calling out to me from the fog. There was vision, now there is clarity.
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